Pray for rain and hope I don't have to wake
All the leaves in my brain I cant seem to rake
And I'm sick of counting cars
And I'm sick of holding up my arms
And I'm sick of being stuck in this jar
I can make myself believe that I won't break
I close my eyes and think of rain and the sound that it makes
And I can't figure where we are
And the shine is gone from my stars
And I cant reason why I'm here in this jar
It's just not simple to let it go
All the friends that I've known
All the streets that I've walked
All the buildings that talked
All the freaks I kept hiding from in this jar
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